The first time I saw Mark, my heart actually skipped a beat. It was the first day in psychology class—he walked in, sat down, and suddenly the whole room felt different. I tried to focus on the lecture, but there he was, unknowingly stealing all my attention. During lunch break, fate gave me a little nudge. I was on my laptop playing a specific video game, minding my business, when Mark walked up to me with that curious smile of his. Instead of commenting on my game in a teasing way, he lit up—because he played it too. That tiny moment, the shared hobby, the easy conversation… it felt like the start of something special. A few weeks later, after one of my classes, I walked out to the parking lot and found my car sitting on a flat tire. I didn’t know the first thing about changing it, and the afternoon sun was a blistering 100 degrees. Feeling helpless, I messaged the one person who came to mind—Mark. Without hesitation, he came back to campus, found me, and got straight to work. Sweat dripping, sun blazing, tools clanking—he fixed my tire like it was no big deal. But to me, it was everything. In that moment I realized something: this man wasn’t just kind. He was someone I could trust, someone who’d show up. Someone I could fall for. And I did. Little did I know that a psychology class, a video game, and one very heroic tire change would lead me to the love of my life.